its kinda based on my life, but not really, tell me what you think

“Four hundred and ninety nine, five hundred” she sat up, as per usual 500 sit-ups before school, and got up at 6:30 just to do them, from here she would go for a shower, dry her hair, brown waist length, wavy hair, she would then apply her foundation to her, some days almost clear to some days complete breakout skin. From there she would apply her eye liner and mascara to frame her green, dull coloured eyes, there standing wrapped in her towel looking over her reflection in her full length mirror “your pathetic” she whispered to her reflection which was not a accurate reflection of what she was, her reflection was fat, fat rolls all over her body, double chin, kankles! She would do anything to lose just 10 kg’s, anything. She dropped her towel and found a plain black pair of underwear and her matching bra and started to get dressed in her catholic school uniform, tights, white shirt, tunic, blazer, tie, plain black school shoes and let’s not forget all her hair off her face. This was a morning routine, Clara liked routine, without it, she was left out of control; Clara didn’t like to be out of control. She picked up her note pad, read what was written, Pass, so far no fails this week, she licked her finger and turned the page, read what was written and threw the note pad on her bed before leaving her room and closing the door, she walked slowly dragging her feet down the hallway to and then down the stairs into the kitchen. “Morning sweetheart!” her mother called, Clara’s mother was pretty, looked kind of like Clara, but her eyes were bright and her hair was darker and had a bit more of a tan, Clara was pale. Clara plastered a fake smile on her face “morning mum, how’d you sleep?” she asked trying to be energetic “great great, I had the strangest dream you wouldn’t believe it! Oh would you like some breakfast? I made you a slice of toast you love your toast” her mother smiled at her and passed her a plate with 1 piece of wholemeal toast with vegemite on it, cut into 4 triangles, the way Clara liked it, and went on talking about her dream. Clara tuned out nodding and smiling every now and then while she flicked the kettle on and placed a white tea cup on the chopping board, she then placed one sweetening tablet in there and a tea bag, when the kettle was boiled she poured water to just above the handle and checked the time 7:47, she turned to listened to her mother, “and then I was running in the pretty meadow and there! In the meadow half naked, was, oh you will never believe it Clara! It was Johnny Depp!” he mother rushed to finish her story, “no way mum! I can’t believe it, what a dream!” she glanced at the clock 7:49, and waited for it to click over, 7:50, she pulled the tea bag out of the cup and placed it in the bin, she then poured her milk into the top of her the tea and mixed it. She took her tea cup and sat on the bar stool on the other side of the bench closest to the door and piled up the three biggest triangles of toast, and took a tiny bite out of the other piece. Her mother disappeared to the bottom of the stairs “Tanya are you up!?” she yelled up the stair case “yeah yeah, I’m up in getting ready” her younger sister replied. Clara spined to the left and hopped off the stool and opened the glass door and fly screen to see her two Rottweilers standing there with wagging tails waiting, she picked up the stack of toast triangles and tossed them on the ground at the door after petting both dogs on the head “eat up” she whispered, then closed the doors and got back on the bar stool and took another bite of toast. “Well you ate that fast didn’t you? Piggy” her mother teased her playfully, “sure did, you’re great at making toast mum” she smiled and finished her last triangle of toast before drinking her up of tea. “I made your lunch, are you getting a lift with me this morning?” her mother asked her as Clara placed the cup and plate in the dish drawers, “no mum I’m going to walk, you have a good day at work okay?” Clara answered in a happy manor “yes yes I will be sure to have a great day selling clothing to annoying mothers” her mum’s words smiled at her.
constructive critcism is good,
its about teenage issues, i have written more, i just didnt want to make it wayy to long i just wanted to see if it was good enough to draw people in.
i honestly didnt realise she was annoyed at her mother?

and im putting alot of minute detail in because it goes with the charater, Clara is a bit of a control freak, and has to have everything exact, i guess i could cut that back a little, thankyou.
Okay a few of you did want to read more, so i have posted the rest of the first chapter up

bones-story.webs.com

happy reading
xx


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